They Come To Go
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.
Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.
Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
A letting go,
Is the best thing to do to experience growth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declining Forgiveness
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Experienced?
If you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
Well hold hands and then well watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry
That your little world wont let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin to prove to that youre
Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think theyre callin our name
Maybe now you cant hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Holding Onto Reopened Wounds
With judgements made and passed...
With the sands of time,
Produced and watched through an hour glass.
Quickly reminds those who live...
How precious these slipping moments,
We have do not last.
And how important it is...
To appreciate and let live.
Removing to step away...
Any shallowness another gives.
It becomes a priority for those aware,
That a time spent with none to spare,
In bickering conflicts...
Achieves only stagnation.
And one fixed in it,
Goes absolutely nowhere.
Only to receive the breathing of despair,
Done as if good cookies are munched!
And put there as an attempt made by some,
To stay stuck in a gloomy atmosphere...
With backs hunched and limbs to limp.
To keep the slinging of mud in the air.
Holding onto reopened wounds...
As fresh evidence,
Feelings remain hurt.
Excusing the throwing...
Of old collected dirt.
And there to keep the familiarity of it unchanged.
As an aged document to relive,
To dust and revisit.
Without benefit of a mental uplift.
Hoping to demoralize,
Anyone displaying a freedom expressed,
In a deserved happiness one gets.
By the leaving behind,
Any confines one had in lost times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Library
That is why it is called library
Where stand all books buried
Built with huge grant amount to carry
Impressions of dead poets for all that past sorry
New generation wants fast result
Press the Google button and everything is built
Right from old warriors to new breed if politicians
History is on hand and can be seen as produced by the magician
Time is not far off when "library" word may become extinct
Boards may remain with sign but not more called distinct
All work and manuscripts may be stand converted
Into "e" governance and whole of the past may be subverted
It is our glorious past and heritage
We have maintained it as history on page
Many old scripture still find their place
They are the sacred heritage and must be preserved in any case
"Go and have reference from library" may become thing of past
The past may not only remain as past but soon deteriorate last
Few of the pages may speak about glorious death of civilization
Where as we need them as our only witness for old link and new relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unchanged
Unchanged,
With a wish to remain the same...
People dare to make claims,
Of better days for them that come.
And when those days do come,
Unlike the other ones...
They do not see them as being better.
Since unchanged,
Are their same complaints...
Seeking acceptance in those better days,
They can not recognize as changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities
I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.
Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.
But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.
I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One By One
Bobby lakind/michael mcdonald
Where and why Im destined to go
Right here and now thats all I know
On either side future or past
Neither is real both fade so fast
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
Good times are still there to find
When times are their worst
Keep your eyes open wide
cause through it all are moments that shine
And moments that glow
Im gonna be there for mine
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
Even when youre close to a dream
It can still let you down
Youll always have a chance to give up
So why do it now
So one by one were given these moments to live just as one by one theyre taken away
So one by one Im taking each day in my stride
And one by one the memories stay
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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In It And Not Of It
Being in it and not of it,
Can still nibble away at one's gut.
Being distant and cut off from it,
May prevent one's suffering.
But...
Those memories have a way to linger.
And emotions felt deep,
Are never too far away.
One can choose to refuse to acknowledge them.
But how far away should one stay,
Without being followed...
By what has been experienced.
Or the degrading taking place,
Of that which has been observed.
And accepted by those,
Who have chosen to dance...
Effectively around its existence.
As if to glorify the remnants,
Of its staying power to remain unchanged...
To improve upon appearances,
With an approval that appeases.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evolvement
One can not live a life,
Refusing to accept its transitions.
Many state they will remain unchanged.
And unlike some they come to criticize,
They will keep their feet planted on the Earth.
With kept pretentions denied.
To not comprehend the evolving done,
When one from birth,
Back to Earth all are 'unconditionally' welcomed...
And no one is shunned,
Is a belief any one can remain unchanged,
On this Earth to be perceived as one to be 'earthy'.
To experience what they 'conceive' leaves them uncommon.
All are here to grow to bloom...
With a whithering to make room as nature chooses.
To be foolish about the changing phases of these transitions,
Is one observed to be afflicted with ego self inflated.
And here to judge self righteously,
How others bloom from a bud to nourish Earth's 'evolvement'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believing Themselves To Be The Keepers Of Time
It is foolish for anyone to believe,
They can and will forcibly keep anything unchanged...
With the speed of that being done,
Before someone can have a flashback...
To what had just happened to them seconds ago.
Those with preferences selected, ideals and pleasures,
With wishes they had something no longer in existence...
Are often heard saying what they will do,
When dreams once pursued come true for them.
And they are the ones trying to block others,
From doing those things already done.
Believing themselves to be the keepers of time.
To say they would be out of their minds,
Is a waste of an understatement.
And those still basing their opinions on color...
Should be forgiven for isolating themselves,
For promoting such ignorance advocated with others.
It is foolish for anyone to believe,
They can and will forcibly keep anything unchanged...
With the speed of that being done,
Before someone can have a flashback...
To what had just happened to them seconds ago.
And the attention they perceive themselves of getting.
Who is going to stop to tell them,
That train they await to escape from it all...
Has long left the station.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember what we are
Remember what we are
doesn't matter what we were
it is long way to spend here
Agony and pain only to bear
it is peaceful present
rest all can remain absent
that may spoil peace and calm
less gain and more harm
you may forget it once for all
still it may be stored in wall
it may surface and remind of old days
happy moments and nice ways
what can be retained and forgotten?
It remains intact without being stolen
It is treasure and may be preserved
The tradition has to be kept in mind and observed
Let even words does not sneak out
It may speak of other things and about
It must be always kept in mind
It is to be opened in leisure moments and find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lifetime Of Moments
We live a lifetime of moments
some good, some bad, some indifferent.
Some we remember and some we forget.
Some are placed within our heart
to remain there always.
Some are discarded too readily
as ones we want to forget,
but every moment is written down in time
and will remain there forever.
Waiting for someone whom may have a key
to unlock all the moments there
and set them free.
Until that day comes along,
we live in the moments that we have created.
6 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Maturity Never Happens
Some people are ecstatic.
To remain emphatically...
On unchanged levels.
And free to exist,
As if for them...
Time stays the same.
Like a game of hide and seek.
Those who play everyday...
Should have long ago walked away.
But some habits people keep.
For a comfort many wish...
There is no exit for this.
And in keeping themselves distant.
They perceive a safety,
Forever in existence.
And for them,
A maturity never happens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Pillar
Life and its tragedies
Life and its mysteries,
Life and its challenges,
The unbearable moments,
The deepest fears,
In my moments of weakness,
You remain my pillar of strength
Life and its hopeless wishes,
Life and its unrealistic myths,
Life and its broken dreams,
The moments of agony
The moments of wrong visions,
You remain my pillar of reality
Life and its conspiracy,
The innuendo and insinuations,
Life and its unintented outcomes,
The hopeless hope
The faithless faith
You remain my pillar of hope
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Updating Of An 'After-The-Fact' Status
An updating of an 'after-the-fact' status,
To make things that have happened in the past...
More current with a revisiting of emotions spent,
From them they can not escape to erase...
With hopes to live what is now being experienced.
To increase one's needed strength or mental agility.
OR confirms the presence,
Of a questioned competence decreasing in merit.
This kind of activity only validates,
The hopelessness many are made to feel...
About truths they today face.
And living amongst those who remain fixed in denial,
When confronted with a reality plainly observed.
While awaiting with faith and patience for explanations,
Since many are taught to seek help and guidance...
To rely on someone else to process their own thoughts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember
I remember moments of happiness
Coming home, goo goo eyed
After talking to a boy I liked
I remember moments of sadness
Coming home, teary eyed
After leaving my heart as a memento
To that boy I really liked
I remember moments of peace
After winning one of life's battles
Having a conscience the weight of air
I remember moments of bliss
After walking the quarter of a lifemile
Finding a true friend
I remember moments of grief
After finding that dear friend
Would never have breakfast again
I remember moments of laughter
After the past had past
And the rearview revealed frustration's
humor
I remember moments of tears nectar
When I found my dreams dead
After the doctor helped me number my
days
I remember moments of pain
When all I ever needed was lacked
And all I ever lacked was needed
I remember moments of gain
After all I ever wanted was mine
And all I ever wanted to be was I
I remember moments of love
When a hug made my heart skip
And a smile made my life smile
I remember moments of hurt
When pain blurred love's beauty
And that hug made my heart shrug
I remember moments like this
When I remember all I remember
And remember that life is but a moment.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Stuck In Their Nonexistent Beliefs
It is difficult to leave behind,
Those whose minds are kept defined...
By times no longer here to breathe.
What keeps them fixed,
With such a stubbornness...
Has many refusing to converse with them.
And abruptly from them people leave.
To find fresh air pollution free.
Rapidly changes are amongst us to see.
To witness and adapt appropriately.
But there are those who will remain,
Stuck in their nonexistent beliefs...
That horsedrawn wagons and cobblestone streets,
Were innovations never to be replaced.
Even when shifting winds...
Show an aging upon their disbelieving faces.
With deep concerns that can be traced...
Back to those times they can not let go!
Yet argue to be heard,
Their way of life for 'certain' people...
Is more than well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moments Remembered
Those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered.
I'd like to freeze those memories.
And save them whenever...
I need you here near me.
To warm in my heart once again.
When those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered,
My wishes made...
Can't fade away.
Since I know that those times,
Are times to be cherished
And forever is never that far...
Away!
To wait for those moments,
I wish you would never
Depart.
Those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered.
I'd like to freeze those memories.
And save them whenever...
I need you here near me.
To warm in my heart once again.
When those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered,
My wishes made...
Can't fade away.
Since I know that those times,
Are times to be cherished
And forever is never that far...
Away!
When those moments you leave,
In my heart...
Are these moments,
You'll stay!
When moments remembered,
Are ones in my heart...
That will stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still I wonder
Forever you were and still I wonder
Why could I not catch the cloud's thunder?
Wish I could understand the true feelings?
I am prepared to move if you care and still willing?
I will never down myself in misery
I shall learn to live with adversary
Peace and calm is all that necessary
I shall ask her to come in life and marry
I have dreamed a lot about her
She was waiting for me and always there
I could make the face reading and understand
She meant a lot to me as nice friend
I need not interpret what did she say in past
It may be some times back when we had met last
It was making very clear what we had in mind
What was in store for us to compromise and find?
I had all faith and belief
It gave me long awaited relief
She had no reason to regret
Life was allowed to move smooth or let
I waited for more sweet moments
You were very hard to offer for any comments
Your lips could swim many times in air
The wind could easily lift bunch of your hair
I thought of being so lucky up to that level
I wanted to murmur and whisper to marvel
I sensed some sort of enlightenment in company
She was readily waiting for me to accompany
The cuckoo never fascinated me for her voice
She might have been liked by many because of no noise
Your aired music in ears like lovely beats
It was caught up with attention as achieving feats
I had not struggled hard or clashed with thoughts
I had not entered any wrangles or unnecessarily fought
You made me to understand every word that was spoken
It had its essence and meaning without being mistaken
It forced me to think only best part of the side
Even though the differences may remain very wide
Some thing could be compromised now and even later
It may prove worth while and some times may prove better
I wish her to respond to my beautiful songs
Add some sweetness and remove any wrongs
It may enlighten anybody’s feelings and behold
Invite the close one to come near and tightly hold
It may speak nice for all whose who are concerned
They have not seen the death but always mourned
The deepness and closeness not experienced but always felt
All hardness and bitterness as snow starts to melt
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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